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The city that collapsed in an instant could no longer tell whether it was real or illusory.

The cold mist quickly engulfed another qiē, and Yu Ci was unmoved, he knew that under its extremely low temperature, the cold mist certainly swept across the East China Sea and destroyed everything, and there was still a part of it, which was deliberately channeled by the Rakshasa Ghost King.

The surface of the sea for thousands of miles, and even the defense system of Tianyu City, has consumed the huge power of the Taixuan Seal, which is not enough to harm the Rakshasa Ghost King.

Yu Ci didn't count on it either.

The Taiyuan Horror Cannon, which is infused with pure sword intent, is the only way to really lock on to the target and kill the target.

At this moment, the power of the Big Dipper that was falling through the sky was restored to a straight state, and its coverage was also drastically reduced, and after a few breaths, it was easy to see it as a slightly thicker beam of light when viewed from a distance.

And this beam of light has broken through to the bottom of the sea, and it has also broken through layer after layer of void.

Above the East China Sea, the divine will floats, forming nets and bundles, intertwined with each other.

On the shores of the East China Sea, the overseas cultivation world has always been a place where capable people come out in large numbers, and since the beginning of the war, there has been a divine will from afar from time to time, and after the phenomenon of Tianyu City, it has suddenly climbed to a peak.

Obviously, I don't know how many powers in this world are interested in the Rakshasa Ghost King's lair, and this is only the latest batch, and of course, it is also the least "cautious" batch.

What "greeted" them was the resonance of the sword intent of hundreds of millions of miles, the cold mist filled the vast sea, the Heavenly Delirium City disintegrated and disappeared, and the Big Dipper star power regathered.

A series of changes and impacts, not only the momentum of Yu Ci and the Rakshasa Ghost King has declined, but also the corresponding law agitation, affected by this, none of those bystanders can escape, and they all suffer a little loss.

or annoyed, or frightened, emotions flow, and so on.

Yu Ci didn't let go of even the slightest thought, and his hard will brought extreme concentration, so that he could respond to the resonance hundreds of millions of miles away with a less pure sword intent, turning it into the power of the Big Dipper, pointing directly at the target, without moving a little.

Under the sea and the sea, layers of obstacles are broken one by one...... Then, he met his target.

Where the sword intent reaches, that is, where the divine intent goes, it should be the object, as in front of you.

When the sword intent penetrated the last layer of obstacles, the "field of vision" suddenly opened up, and a prosperous place spread out, with mansions and towers and temples and pavilions up close, and mountains and rivers in the distance, and heavenly palace fairyland. There are countless creatures coming and going, beautiful and ugly, human-like and non-human, strong and weak.

It's like a phantom sky, but it's a little more turbid, and some of the scenes are a little familiar...... Heavenly Delirium City?

What is killed by the Taixuan Ice Lysis on the sea surface is probably only its projection, or the corresponding layer or part.

Yu Ci knew about his own killing, and he didn't have too many surprises.

What is really surprising is that the creatures in this world are sensitive to Yu Ci's "arrival", or frightened, or curious, or eager to try, or angry and scolding, and no one has the same reaction.

Living ...... Is it?

Of course, for Yu Ci, these are just a glimpse of the light, and they will pass by in a flash.

The mind is still condensed, locked in this prosperous world, stretching for thousands of miles in the center of the palace building, covering the largest area, the most magnificent structure.

In that temple, the palace is densely arranged, and there are hundreds of golden bodies and dharma faces that are enshrined alone, and their appearances are different, but they are all handsome men and women, elegant people, and they have their own fairy posture.

Each Dharma form has the true meaning of the Rakshasa Ghost King, obviously, it is the doppelganger of the god lord she has incarnated.

Condensing the doppelganger is not the unique law of the Rakshasa Ghost King, but it is never as "excessive" as she is, so that it becomes some kind of "bad taste".

In today's situation, the thousands of doppelgangers in the temple are also interfering with Yu Ci, and the qi of the Rakshasa Ghost King is changing back and forth in each golden body.

But Yu Ci's sword intent was completely a straight line, cutting straight through the central axis of this temple, and plunging into a cool hall that was rippling with thousands of veils in the wind.

There is no door in the main hall, but dozens of vermilion columns, supporting a vast space, in which thousands of layers of plain yarn are hung, the wind comes from all directions, the light yarn is stacked, and the psychedelic is like a dream.

There is a slender figure, standing in the center of the main hall, white clothes like snow, black and long scattered, reflecting the skylight, only to appear in the green silk, clearly flowing a layer of dark blood light, that is the blood symbol belonging to the blood prison ghost mansion.

Rakshasa Ghost King.

Is this her essence?

Without waiting for Yu Ci to see the face of the great enemy clearly, in the midst of the heavy veil, the Rakshasa Ghost King stretched out his hand, his jade hand was plain white, his five fingers were stretched out, his form was slender, and his palm lines were like mountain patterns, which naturally had a wonderful mystery.

In the next moment, the palm power was as majestic as a mountain, and it was fiercely counterpressed, and that palm was filled with all of Yu Ci's senses in an instant.

Gao Ling crossed the air, blocking between Yu Ci and the Rakshasa Ghost King, and met the sharp sword intent that broke through the sky head-on.

This is a rare positive pressure of the Rakshasa Ghost King, and it is the beauty of clumsy ingenuity. Yu Ci no longer had any reason, and it was impossible to penetrate any longer, and in an instant, the two sides collided, and surprisingly no sound came out at all.

The power of the Big Dipper in the cluster dimmed dramatically, and finally became invisible.

However, in the palm of the Rakshasa Ghost King, there are seven red marks, in the shape of a Beidou, and it is presented, just like the cinnabar under the point, in the palm of the plain white, the more red and beautiful.

After a while, the Rakshasa Ghost King's arm was withdrawn, diagonally across his chest, and stiffened for a moment, before he really let go, covered by snow-white long sleeves.

At the moment when the cuffs were draped, a sudden shock wave swept in all directions.

If it is the aftermath of the sword and palm exchange, it will inevitably come too late, and the power does not seem to be weak, the thousands of plain yarns in the hall will be turned into ashes, and the pillars of the hall will be folded together, and this huge building will completely collapse before it has time to completely collapse, and it will completely collapse and turn into nothing.

But Yu Ci has his own judgment:

"Guiding evacuation, there is no one in ten; The sword intent turned into the Taiyuan Horror Cannon, how could it be channeled like this......?

The Rakshasa Ghost King resisted the sword intent in a hard-hitting way, and absorbed the Taiyuan Soul Cannon with a guide method, and she had dealt with it very reasonably - if Yu Ci "stopped this ear".

However, Yu Cisuo has never been a pure sword intent, and the law of its transformation is still the Shangqing Talisman, and the means of its control is also the Taixuan Secret Technique.

It's just that as soon as his mind moved, in the vast starry sky, Emperor Ziwei's imperial law minister reacted immediately, raised his sleeves, and pinched a clear seal under the attention of thousands of monks.

"The palm is born and died, and the years are withered and the years are glorious. Turn!"

At this moment, the slender figure of the Rakshasa Ghost King trembled slightly, and slowly raised his face, but Yu Ci still couldn't see her face, all he could see was the strange eyes that were blue and purple, but burning with pale firelight.